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A Bottle Of Tequila

written by: George Gad Economou

@GeorgeGad17

 

a dark room, a functioning keyboard,
good songs of leaving and of hurting, and a fifth of tequila:
the quintessence of happiness.

tears come streaming down after glass number three. memories
of those gone—of love unfulfilled, of dead love. come glass number
five, it becomes about the ones that got away, the embraces that remain
unfelt.

pouring glass number seven, the body grows numb, the mind opens up;
insanity may creep in, the desire to reach out to whoever’s out there—
let them know there’s someone still thinking of them.

napalmed bridges hiding under radiation clouds can never
stand again; it’s okay, the eighth glass insists you can
resuscitate even the dead. ninth glass brings out the launch codes
for the nukes to burn down even more bridges.

it’s fine. it’s all right. with a fifth of tequila the world is
conquerable—even the page can be defeated, even though

the words come out harsh and cruel.

drinking fast, writing faster—slowing the world down for a
brief while and it’s all that matters.

George Gad Economou

George Gad Economou

George Gad Economou holds a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science from Aarhus University and currently resides in Athens, Greece, freelancing his way to a new place. His stories have been published, predominantly, in the literary platform Jumbelbook and his novella, Letters to S., has been published in Storylandia Issue 30.
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